Behind The Times

Leave me where screen doors are always unlocked

Small-town stores are still mom and pops

Kids still play in a riverbank's sand

Leave me where Hank plays on a needle

Dust clouds smell like burning diesel

And deals are shook on calloused hands

You can leave me behind the times

Tell tomorrow I ain't coming

Leave me on the old-school side

Of a town that's still running

On backs that hurt, roads of dirt

Money grows in rows and God is first

If I'm the last one left living this simple life

Go on and leave me behind the times

Leave me with a Woodstock twelve-gauge pump

A square body fading up under that sun

Some things just get better with age

Leave me with peanuts in a glass-bottle Coke

A couple cold beers and some homegrown smoke

Y'all can go ahead and turn the page

You can leave me behind the times

Tell tomorrow I ain't coming

Leave me on the old-school side

Of a town that's still running

On backs that hurt, roads of dirt

Money grows in rows and God's first

If I'm the last one left living this simple life

Go on and leave me behind the times

Behind the times

(Leave me)

(Leave me, leave me)

Call me an old soul

Call me same old same

I ain't never been one to change

Leave me behind the times

Go on and leave me on the old-school side

Of a town that's still running

On backs that hurt, roads of dirt

Money grows in rows and God is first

If I'm the last one left living this simple life

Go on and leave me behind the times

Go on and leave me behind the times